Hermione could ear the soft clicking of her shoes as she walked down an
unknown hallway. She felt some fear, but more relaxed than before she left
Hogwarts. As she was walking, she admired all of the beautiful murals on
the walls - some moved, some didn't.
A few minutes later, she stopped. One of the murals that had no movement depicted a group of elves in the middle of an absolutely ferocious looking battle. Quite the difference from the more peaceful pictures that adorned the walls.
As if her gaze activated some spell, the picture began to move. She could hear the violent yells of the warriors, and the terrified cries and screams of the bystanders and the victims.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.
"Hermione!" It sounded like Harry, and seemed to be coming from behind a door on the left side of the painting.
"Hermione! I need your help!!"
She walked quickly to the doorway, and opened it. When she walked in, she saw Harry in front of Voldemort, but also, Harry on the floor - unconscious or dead, she could not tell.
"Ah, Miss Granger!" Drawled the cold voice. "So glad you could join us."
He than turned his attention back to Harry - the one still standing that is. "I must congratulate you on a job well done, 'Mr Potter'." Voldemort said the name in a way that made it obvious that the real Harry was the one on the floor. She glanced over and saw him sit up and take in the scene before him.
'Something about this seemed familiar', she thought, surprised at her current calm state. She should be in absolute panic right now.
She looked back at Voldemort, whose gaze had now shifted to herself. "And now, I believe I have something to do." The look in his eyes and the voice he used, which sounded either like a parody of a lover's tone, or a weak attempt at seductive, she felt physically ill.
As she noticed him approach, she turned around to run back out the door. It was locked!!
"Alohomora!" She said, upon pulling out her wand quickly.
"Leaving so soon?" She heard a voice whisper in her ear as arms slipped around her waist. She froze, once again struck with familiarity.
"Good to see you've decided to stay a bit." That voice! Why couldn't she pinpoint it?
She felt the arms leave her waist, and she turned. . .
To see her history of magic class!! She watched Professor Casture jot down notes on the black board about. . . The Battle of Getsight?
"Now, some of the things that is not documented in many books about this battle are the premonitions that some of the warriors had in their dreams." The professor said. "These were, at first, treated as such, but soon were found to be much more."
Hermione noticed the professor glance at . . . Harry? Or was it herself? Before she continued.
"Although 'premonitions' are often thought of along the same lines as Divination," a quiet scoff from both Hermione's present in the room, "it is still a part of this history lesson, and, therefore, will be included on your examinations."
Hermione heard a small cough, someone clearing their throat. She turned and came face-to-face with a masked deatheater and his wand.
"I've got plans for you, but for now I must do some damage control. Obliviate!!"
Hermione sprang up in her bed, in her own room.
"Oh Gods!" She thought. "Was she attacked by a deatheater? And why did she get the feeling of familiarity? Did she know him?"
Looking at the bedside clock she noticed the time; 3am. Well, she wouldn't get much more sleep tonight. Remembering that she promised Professor Snape to tell him as soon as something came to her, she began to write a letter she would have delivered at breakfast.
But was that really what happened? This could be a product of her overactive imagination, her fear of the unknown, her anger that it could happen so easily and there was nothing she could do about it. Snape said that using her memories in this investigation would probably be useless. He did mention that sometimes the memories can come back inexplicably, but so soon after the spell had been cast?
Resolving that she told Snape she would speak to him, she began to write down the details she remembered. What about the details that were not part of the past few days?
After some careful thought, she wrote down those separately and promised to look up dream interpretations in the library.
After finishing her notes, she looked at the time again; 3:45 am. She wasn't going to sleep anymore, so she lit the fire (all seventh years got their own rooms), and sat down to do some 'light' reading.
She was having some difficulty concentrating after a little while, looked towards her window, and sat on the ledge. She let her mind drift. After an unknown amount of time passed, something caught her eye. There was something moving across the front lawn of the school. She looked more closely, but could not make out the figure. It was too small to be Hagrid.
"Probably Filch." She thought, and went back to sit in front of the fire, and opened her book until breakfast.
~@~
Hermione was brought out of her reverie by a knock at the door. "I'm decent!" She called. Ron and Harry entered the room.
"You gonna read through breakfast?" Harry asked, pointing to her bedside clock. It was 8:25. Classes began at 9. Since the first class of the day was double potions with the Slytherins (What IS Dumbledore thinking every year?), the thought of beginning the day on an empty stomach was even more unappealing than original.
Hermione marked her page, and got up. Since she dressed very early this morning, she didn't have to worry about rushing.
The two boys flanked her on either side, and the trio made their way to the Great Hall.
As they entered the doorway, Hermione could feel someone's eyes on her. She thought nothing of it as she sat down and began to fill her plate. The eyes continued to burrow their stare in her back for a few minutes longer. It began to get on her nerves, and she turned to look for the owner. As soon as she turned, however, the eyes moved off her. She looked over the hall for who it could be.
She suddenly heard the sound of someone snapping their fingers by her ear. "Earth to Hermione!" She heard Ron call.
She turned to face the two boys. Harry looked somewhat concerned. Concerned about what? Ron seemed completely oblivious to it. "Who were you looking for?" He asked, mouth loaded with food.
"Just got the feeling someone was watching me." She replied, smiling at the fact his manners had not improved since first year. She finished her breakfast while half listening to the boys talk about Quidditch. All three got up to leave for potions.
"Shit!" Ron Exclaimed.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley, Professor Sprout called. "You will watch your language." And she left for her class.
"What did you curse for Ron?" Hermione asked, appalled at the sudden outburst.
"I left my potion's book in my room." Ron said, searching through his bag, hoping he was wrong.
"Well, we'll share. You can't be late for class. Snape would just love to give one of us detention." Harry said.
The trio left the Great Hall, and headed down for the dungeons. When they got to the class, they took their seats in the back of the room. Professor Snape entered, Draco Malfoy directly behind him, looking rather happy.
Professor Snape reached the podium at the front of the class.
"Today, we will begin work on a blood thinning potion that is used in medical treatments." He began. "The potion is usually taken through ingestion, but for safety purposes, we will test it on 10mL of blood from whoever I choose. "He had an amused evil grin in his eyes, even though he did not on his lips, as he looked at the three Gryffindors at the back of the room. "This potion will take about a week to prepare. The process is located on p. 256 of your texts. Begin."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione began. Ron was using Harry's book. Snape began to stalk around the room to observe the students. He came across the group, "Mr Weasley. Where is your book?"
"Um. . .I left it in my dorm, Sir." Ron stammered.
"Ten points for coming to class unprepared." Snape snapped, and continued to supervise other students in progress.
As he walked away, Ron muttered to Harry under his breath, "Damn thing isn't even worth the 15 points I lost as a result."
"Than 15 more points and a detention, Mr Weasley. I will not tolerate such language or disregard for education." Ron continued to grumble, until Hermione elbowed him.
The class continued to work in silence. About 20 minutes before the class would clean up, Professor Snape walked into his office. Malfoy took that opportunity to strike.
"So, Mudblood." He drawled. "I see you've returned after your bit of excitement."
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Harry said.
"Or what, Potty? Going to protect your little mudblood girlfriend?" He sneered.
"Malfoy, why do you feel the need to point out my muggle heritage? Do you honestly think I'm ashamed of it?" Hermione replied. "Or are you jealous?"
"Jealous? HA!" Malfoy sneered. "Maybe you would like to find out just what pureblood is worth." He said, standing and drawing his wand.
Harry and Ron got up and drew their own wands before Hermione could stop them.
"What the hell is going on here?" A dangerously silky voice broke through the tension.
All three boys lowered their wands. Malfoy was quicker in explaining, "They tried to attack me, Sir." Draco said while pointing at the two Gryffindor boys. "First Granger was verbally assaulting me, and than I tried to defend myself. Than they drew out their wands. Completely unprovoked."
"Well, it looks like 50 more points from Gryffindor, and a weeks detention. I'll be having a nice conversation with the Headmaster." Snape snarled.
"But, Sir. . ." Harry began.
"Silence. Clean your work surfaces."
The class did so quickly, and were dismissed. After class, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stayed behind for their detention arrangements. The three left the room and headed for the Great Hall for lunch.
"Oh, Shoot!" Hermione stopped. "I have to go back and talk to Snape."
"You're going back to see him willingly?!?" Ron said. But it was to her back as Hermione made her way back down the stairs.
A few feet from the classroom, she stopped. She could hear two voices coming from the room.
"She is important for the cause, and he will bring her to us." The first voice said.
"And how does he expect to get her?" The silky voice of the Potion's master said. "She's always flanked by those two dunderheads."
"Ah. But the man for the job has his ways."
"And who is it? He may possibly need help."
"I don't know. But the Dark Lord says that we cannot fail with this connection. He will obtain his goal."
"Really."
"Really. Soon, Hermione Granger will be his!"
A few minutes later, she stopped. One of the murals that had no movement depicted a group of elves in the middle of an absolutely ferocious looking battle. Quite the difference from the more peaceful pictures that adorned the walls.
As if her gaze activated some spell, the picture began to move. She could hear the violent yells of the warriors, and the terrified cries and screams of the bystanders and the victims.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.
"Hermione!" It sounded like Harry, and seemed to be coming from behind a door on the left side of the painting.
"Hermione! I need your help!!"
She walked quickly to the doorway, and opened it. When she walked in, she saw Harry in front of Voldemort, but also, Harry on the floor - unconscious or dead, she could not tell.
"Ah, Miss Granger!" Drawled the cold voice. "So glad you could join us."
He than turned his attention back to Harry - the one still standing that is. "I must congratulate you on a job well done, 'Mr Potter'." Voldemort said the name in a way that made it obvious that the real Harry was the one on the floor. She glanced over and saw him sit up and take in the scene before him.
'Something about this seemed familiar', she thought, surprised at her current calm state. She should be in absolute panic right now.
She looked back at Voldemort, whose gaze had now shifted to herself. "And now, I believe I have something to do." The look in his eyes and the voice he used, which sounded either like a parody of a lover's tone, or a weak attempt at seductive, she felt physically ill.
As she noticed him approach, she turned around to run back out the door. It was locked!!
"Alohomora!" She said, upon pulling out her wand quickly.
"Leaving so soon?" She heard a voice whisper in her ear as arms slipped around her waist. She froze, once again struck with familiarity.
"Good to see you've decided to stay a bit." That voice! Why couldn't she pinpoint it?
She felt the arms leave her waist, and she turned. . .
To see her history of magic class!! She watched Professor Casture jot down notes on the black board about. . . The Battle of Getsight?
"Now, some of the things that is not documented in many books about this battle are the premonitions that some of the warriors had in their dreams." The professor said. "These were, at first, treated as such, but soon were found to be much more."
Hermione noticed the professor glance at . . . Harry? Or was it herself? Before she continued.
"Although 'premonitions' are often thought of along the same lines as Divination," a quiet scoff from both Hermione's present in the room, "it is still a part of this history lesson, and, therefore, will be included on your examinations."
Hermione heard a small cough, someone clearing their throat. She turned and came face-to-face with a masked deatheater and his wand.
"I've got plans for you, but for now I must do some damage control. Obliviate!!"
Hermione sprang up in her bed, in her own room.
"Oh Gods!" She thought. "Was she attacked by a deatheater? And why did she get the feeling of familiarity? Did she know him?"
Looking at the bedside clock she noticed the time; 3am. Well, she wouldn't get much more sleep tonight. Remembering that she promised Professor Snape to tell him as soon as something came to her, she began to write a letter she would have delivered at breakfast.
But was that really what happened? This could be a product of her overactive imagination, her fear of the unknown, her anger that it could happen so easily and there was nothing she could do about it. Snape said that using her memories in this investigation would probably be useless. He did mention that sometimes the memories can come back inexplicably, but so soon after the spell had been cast?
Resolving that she told Snape she would speak to him, she began to write down the details she remembered. What about the details that were not part of the past few days?
After some careful thought, she wrote down those separately and promised to look up dream interpretations in the library.
After finishing her notes, she looked at the time again; 3:45 am. She wasn't going to sleep anymore, so she lit the fire (all seventh years got their own rooms), and sat down to do some 'light' reading.
She was having some difficulty concentrating after a little while, looked towards her window, and sat on the ledge. She let her mind drift. After an unknown amount of time passed, something caught her eye. There was something moving across the front lawn of the school. She looked more closely, but could not make out the figure. It was too small to be Hagrid.
"Probably Filch." She thought, and went back to sit in front of the fire, and opened her book until breakfast.
~@~
Hermione was brought out of her reverie by a knock at the door. "I'm decent!" She called. Ron and Harry entered the room.
"You gonna read through breakfast?" Harry asked, pointing to her bedside clock. It was 8:25. Classes began at 9. Since the first class of the day was double potions with the Slytherins (What IS Dumbledore thinking every year?), the thought of beginning the day on an empty stomach was even more unappealing than original.
Hermione marked her page, and got up. Since she dressed very early this morning, she didn't have to worry about rushing.
The two boys flanked her on either side, and the trio made their way to the Great Hall.
As they entered the doorway, Hermione could feel someone's eyes on her. She thought nothing of it as she sat down and began to fill her plate. The eyes continued to burrow their stare in her back for a few minutes longer. It began to get on her nerves, and she turned to look for the owner. As soon as she turned, however, the eyes moved off her. She looked over the hall for who it could be.
She suddenly heard the sound of someone snapping their fingers by her ear. "Earth to Hermione!" She heard Ron call.
She turned to face the two boys. Harry looked somewhat concerned. Concerned about what? Ron seemed completely oblivious to it. "Who were you looking for?" He asked, mouth loaded with food.
"Just got the feeling someone was watching me." She replied, smiling at the fact his manners had not improved since first year. She finished her breakfast while half listening to the boys talk about Quidditch. All three got up to leave for potions.
"Shit!" Ron Exclaimed.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley, Professor Sprout called. "You will watch your language." And she left for her class.
"What did you curse for Ron?" Hermione asked, appalled at the sudden outburst.
"I left my potion's book in my room." Ron said, searching through his bag, hoping he was wrong.
"Well, we'll share. You can't be late for class. Snape would just love to give one of us detention." Harry said.
The trio left the Great Hall, and headed down for the dungeons. When they got to the class, they took their seats in the back of the room. Professor Snape entered, Draco Malfoy directly behind him, looking rather happy.
Professor Snape reached the podium at the front of the class.
"Today, we will begin work on a blood thinning potion that is used in medical treatments." He began. "The potion is usually taken through ingestion, but for safety purposes, we will test it on 10mL of blood from whoever I choose. "He had an amused evil grin in his eyes, even though he did not on his lips, as he looked at the three Gryffindors at the back of the room. "This potion will take about a week to prepare. The process is located on p. 256 of your texts. Begin."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione began. Ron was using Harry's book. Snape began to stalk around the room to observe the students. He came across the group, "Mr Weasley. Where is your book?"
"Um. . .I left it in my dorm, Sir." Ron stammered.
"Ten points for coming to class unprepared." Snape snapped, and continued to supervise other students in progress.
As he walked away, Ron muttered to Harry under his breath, "Damn thing isn't even worth the 15 points I lost as a result."
"Than 15 more points and a detention, Mr Weasley. I will not tolerate such language or disregard for education." Ron continued to grumble, until Hermione elbowed him.
The class continued to work in silence. About 20 minutes before the class would clean up, Professor Snape walked into his office. Malfoy took that opportunity to strike.
"So, Mudblood." He drawled. "I see you've returned after your bit of excitement."
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Harry said.
"Or what, Potty? Going to protect your little mudblood girlfriend?" He sneered.
"Malfoy, why do you feel the need to point out my muggle heritage? Do you honestly think I'm ashamed of it?" Hermione replied. "Or are you jealous?"
"Jealous? HA!" Malfoy sneered. "Maybe you would like to find out just what pureblood is worth." He said, standing and drawing his wand.
Harry and Ron got up and drew their own wands before Hermione could stop them.
"What the hell is going on here?" A dangerously silky voice broke through the tension.
All three boys lowered their wands. Malfoy was quicker in explaining, "They tried to attack me, Sir." Draco said while pointing at the two Gryffindor boys. "First Granger was verbally assaulting me, and than I tried to defend myself. Than they drew out their wands. Completely unprovoked."
"Well, it looks like 50 more points from Gryffindor, and a weeks detention. I'll be having a nice conversation with the Headmaster." Snape snarled.
"But, Sir. . ." Harry began.
"Silence. Clean your work surfaces."
The class did so quickly, and were dismissed. After class, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stayed behind for their detention arrangements. The three left the room and headed for the Great Hall for lunch.
"Oh, Shoot!" Hermione stopped. "I have to go back and talk to Snape."
"You're going back to see him willingly?!?" Ron said. But it was to her back as Hermione made her way back down the stairs.
A few feet from the classroom, she stopped. She could hear two voices coming from the room.
"She is important for the cause, and he will bring her to us." The first voice said.
"And how does he expect to get her?" The silky voice of the Potion's master said. "She's always flanked by those two dunderheads."
"Ah. But the man for the job has his ways."
"And who is it? He may possibly need help."
"I don't know. But the Dark Lord says that we cannot fail with this connection. He will obtain his goal."
"Really."
"Really. Soon, Hermione Granger will be his!"